Winter Longing

Take a walk with me to see - to believe 
Arise and surmise the surprise 
Of what today will be, newness, seeds. 

For what will be has not yet been seen 
You must journey to the place where grace 
Plants what becomes a seedling of hope 
Coping is not contemplation, expectation invites you to be true 
True to you in all of that which is not you. 

The path does not promise just an end 
For along it you may discover a friend 
Darkness in all its expectation awakens the real 

I feel.